Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Outside the Theater - The Walk to the Car
 
As the credits rolled to an end, the three of them rose from their seats, their footsteps echoing in the now-empty auditorium. The theater lights brightened, spilling their soft glow into the lobby.
 
People slowly began to stretch, check their phones, and gather their belongings in a tired shuffle, the evening coming to a close.
 
Amit was the first to stand, brushing popcorn crumbs off his shirt with an almost ritualistic air.
 
“Not bad, huh? Bit long… but I liked it,” he said, a casual comment in the air.
 
Priya rose beside him, her presence a gentle grace in the dimming light. She adjusted the pallu of her dark saree, the fabric shimmering faintly, catching the glow of the lights.
 
The gold border danced under the illumination as she tucked a stray pleat back into place, moving with an effortless elegance.
 
“I liked it too,” she replied softly, her voice a quiet hum. “The ending made up for the long buildup.”
 
Ravi followed a few steps behind, walking slowly, almost in a trance, letting the small distance between them become an excuse to watch her. His gaze was tender and silent, not obvious, but the admiration in his eyes was unmistakable.
 
The lights of the theater, soft and golden, licked over her back, highlighting the smooth line of her spine, the poised curve of her shoulders. Her saree, dark and flowing, hugged her at the waist, swaying with every step, the pleats fluttering like whispered secrets.
 
Her hair, loose, dark waves, brushed gently against the fabric of her saree, rustling softly as she shifted, her fingers tucking a stray strand behind her ear.
 
Ravi couldn’t help but feel his heart stir as his eyes traced the contours of Priya’s back. The blouse she wore, delicate and thin, clung to the graceful curve of her spine, the subtle protrusion of her shoulder blades, and the gentle swell of her hips.
 
The dim lighting of the parking lot cast a soft glow on her skin, accentuating the warmth that radiated from her. His gaze lingered, tracing the tiny birthmark near her shoulder, the freckle that adorned her skin just above the curve of her neck.
 
Her movements were hypnotic. Every step, every sway of her body, every flutter of the fabric called out to him, drawing his attention deeper and deeper. 

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[shailu4ever]

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Her hips moved in a natural, fluid motion, each step like a soft dance, the fabric of her skirt brushing against her thighs, offering tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin. Ravi found himself lost, unable to look away, his heart pounding in his chest.
 
“She’s so close… so alive… how is it possible that I’ve never noticed all this before?”
 
Her hair, dark and shining like silk, bounced softly with each movement, sending quiet waves through Ravi. His body responded, an undeniable warmth spreading through him.
 
The secret, intimate moments they had shared during the film swirled in his mind, bringing him to the edge of desire with each fleeting thought.
 
The rhythm of her movements, the way the fabric of her saree shifted and swirled, the way her body seemed to dance under the soft theater lights, it all felt so impossibly perfect.
 
Each small detail, her posture, the way the fabric clung to her curves, the soft swing of her arms, was etched into his memory.
 
Her soft laugh, her gentle smile, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke, all of it, was now overwhelmed by the overwhelming beauty of her presence. To anyone else, she might have seemed like a woman simply walking toward a car.
 
But to Ravi, she was the very essence of grace, the girl of his dreams.
 
“Every movement, every breath… it’s all so perfectly her…”
 
The cool night air greeted them as they stepped outside into the city’s quiet hum. The breeze, heavy with the scent of coffee and dust, seemed to mirror the quiet atmosphere of the evening. Amit broke the silence, his voice loud and light as he began to comment on the film, his hands gesturing wildly.
 
“If that hero had just listened in the first half, the entire second half wouldn’t even exist.”
 
Priya laughed softly, the sound light and melodic.
 
“Then you’d complain it ended too quickly,” she teased.
 
Ravi smiled quietly from behind, his hands deep in his pockets, though his thoughts were nowhere near the conversation.
 
“Heroes specialize in bad decisions. Otherwise, writers would have no work,” he said, his voice almost distant.
 
Amit clapped him on the shoulder with a playful grin. “Finally, someone who understands cinema!”
 
Priya rolled her eyes, but the soft smile that lingered told another story, one Ravi could feel without seeing it directly. He was entranced by her every movement, her every breath. They walked through the parking lot, the cool air doing little to cool the heat building between them.

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Ravi’s eyes, though they should have been fixed on the path ahead, were only on Priya.
 
He admired how her calves tightened and relaxed with each step, how her skirt shifted, riding up just slightly, grazing the back of her thighs, and how the curve of her ass swayed gently with each movement.
 
The scent of jasmine wafted up to him, wrapping around his senses like a soft, intoxicating cloud.
 
“She’s so close… so perfect… I want to touch her so badly, but not here… not yet…”
 
Amit, meanwhile, had unlocked the car, slipping inside with an almost exaggerated flourish.
 
“Come, slowly. I’ll start the AC, it's too humid outside,” he said, sliding into the driver’s seat and tossing the keys onto the dashboard.
 
Priya moved toward the passenger seat, and Ravi, ever so slightly, fell back just enough to create a sliver of space between them. Yet the proximity of the Mini Cooper’s tight back seat brought them closer than Ravi could ever have imagined, forcing them into an intimate closeness, hidden in the shadows.
 
Just as they were about to settle in, Amit froze.
 
“Wait… I left a Coke bottle here in the morning,” Amit said, pausing and leaning over to peer inside.
 
Priya bent slightly to peer inside. “Still good, you think?”
 
Ravi, unable to resist, called out gently from behind, his voice teasing, but the warmth in it was unmistakable.
 
“Morning bottles can be unpredictable, Amit. Try not to open it now.”
 
Amit waved him off. “I’ve got this. It’ll be fine.”
 
He twisted the cap.
 
PSSSSSSHHHH!
 
The bottle hissed violently and erupted, splashing sticky Coke across the front passenger seat, and back onto Amit. The liquid splattered onto his shirt, soaking it in a mess of sweetened regret.
 
Amit jumped back, his face creased with frustration. “Oh no, why now?!”
 
Ravi stepped forward, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Ohh, that’s sad… sorry, yaar. You need help?”
 
Priya froze mid-step, her eyes wide. “Amit!”
 
Amit, looking crestfallen, grabbed tissues in a hurry. “I swear I opened it gently… it just, betrayed me.”
 
Ravi handed him paper napkins, a smirk playing on his lips. “Happens, yaar. No harm done, mostly. The seat will dry soon, and you’ll be fine. Just change your clothes when you get home.”
 
Priya examined the seat, then gave a small, forgiving smile. “It’s okay… these things happen. So, let’s not go to the restaurant for dinner. Let’s go home, and we can order in.”
 
Amit sighed, resigning himself. “Priya… you’ll have to sit in the back with Ravi. I can’t fix this in two minutes.”
 
She nodded with a small shrug. “No problem.”
 
Ravi shifted to clear a comfortable space beside him, the air in the Mini Cooper growing warmer with each breath. Priya slid in next to him, and the faint scent of jasmine perfume immediately flooded his senses.
 
His eyes remained focused on the road, but the warmth of her presence beside him was undeniable. His heart quickened, a small flutter of excitement running through him.
 
Amit muttered something about banning soda bottles from the car forever. “Water only. Peaceful, safe water.”
 
Priya laughed softly, the sound like a soft caress in the dim light. “Just drive, Amit. Don’t worry about anything. Let’s get home.”
 
As the Mini Cooper pulled out into the night, Ravi’s gaze flickered over to Priya again, his eyes tracing the curve of her back, the flow of her saree, the gentle sway of her hair. Each soft movement, each subtle shift of her body, captivated him in ways that no other woman ever had.
 
She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. She was grace, presence, warmth, and life itself. Every small movement, every breath she took, made Ravi’s heart ache with longing.
 
She was everything he had ever quietly dreamed of.
 
“Every step she takes… every breath… this moment, this night, it’s all perfect…”
 

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[LovePookie]

wow you are awesome writer many milestones to come all the best

[shailu4ever]

wow you are awesome writer many milestones to come all the best

Hi LovePookie

Thank you so much for your compliments. Your encouragement truly means a lot. With all your support, yes, we can cross many milestones together.  

I’m grateful to have you along for the journey. 

I really appreciate your extended support and encouragement. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

The Drive Home – Part 1
 

The engine of the Mini Cooper hummed steadily as Amit drove through the quieter streets of Mumbai, his hands gripping the wheel with a tension that mirrored his mood. His jaw was clenched, eyes darting to the traffic ahead, frustration simmering from the earlier Coke spill. The mess of cola and the clattering of his mutters about the mess and traffic created a perfect disguise for the secret unfolding behind him.
 
His occasional grumbles were a well-timed distraction, no one could hear the quiet symphony of intimate touches taking place just a few feet behind him.
 
In the cramped back seat, Ravi and Priya sat unnervingly close, their bodies brushing with every minor shift. The Mini Cooper’s snug cabin forced them into a proximity that felt electric.
 
The darkness inside the car seemed to hide every subtle movement, and yet, it only heightened the tension between them.
 
Priya shifted slightly, the soft rustle of her dark saree breaking the silence. The faint scent of jasmine from her hair and skin lingered in the air, intoxicating Ravi. His heart skipped a beat.
 
"She’s right here… so close… and he won’t see a thing… This is way better than the movie theater…" Ravi thought, his gaze flickering toward Amit’s focused profile. Amit was in his own world, consumed with the road, unaware of the growing intimacy in the back. Priya Didi sat right behind Amit, her position carefully aligned so that Amit’s seat blocked her from his view.
 
The perfect blind spot.
 
Amit couldn’t see her except for a small part of her face in the rearview mirror, and Ravi couldn’t resist the opportunity the tight space offered him.
 
Ravi’s hand brushed lightly against Priya’s thigh, a touch so delicate it could’ve been mistaken for an accident. But Ravi knew exactly what he was doing.
 
Slow, deliberate, and just out of sight.
 
His fingers lingered on the soft, warm fabric of her saree, the sensation sending a thrilling heat through his body.
 
"God… it’s so soft… so warm… I could stay like this forever…"
 
The warmth of her skin seeped through the thin fabric, and Ravi felt an uncontrollable urge to press just a little closer.
 
His fingers slid slightly, barely perceptible, tracing a path across her thigh. He was careful, but his pulse was racing. He could feel her warmth growing beneath his touch, an invisible current of tension building between them.

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[venkygeethu]

Once again sorry for the late feedback

Year end work pressure so couldn't respond you hope you understand and wont mind.

Your story makes me relieved from the work tension and happy as well as thrilled to read the happenings between Ravi and Priya when are they going to enjoy complete sex eagerly waiting for that

Your narration raises my heart as well as ........ to the peak


keep going waiting for more


Thanks for your regular updates

[shailu4ever]

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The delicate fabric of her saree offered a muted barrier, yet it only heightened the feeling, as if the distance between them wasn’t physical at all.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, though it was subtle enough that Amit wouldn’t notice from his position. She shifted slightly in her seat, her fingers brushing ever so lightly against Ravi’s hand, a gesture so fleeting it might have been an accident—but Ravi knew better.
 
Her fingers curled, accepting the touch, acknowledging the silent agreement between them. The soft, responsive movement of her hand against his made him dizzy with desire.
 
Ravi pressed just a little more, his fingers easing into the softness of her flesh. The sensation was dizzying, intoxicating in its forbidden intimacy. His palm rested lightly on her leg, the delicate pressure sending an electric current through both of them.
 
The feeling was almost too much to bear. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her breath as it quickened slightly beneath his touch.
 
"God… she’s so close, so warm, so alive… What am I doing?" His thoughts blurred into one heady feeling—her warmth, the soft silk of her saree, and the thrilling, forbidden nature of this stolen moment.
 
He tried to keep his touch gentle, hesitant, but it was growing harder to resist the urge to explore further.
 
Priya’s chest tightened, her breath hitching once more as Ravi’s hand slowly moved higher, pressing ever so slightly against the curve of her thigh. Her body was so responsive, so soft beneath his fingers.
 
Every small movement of his hand seemed to make her pulse faster. She was acutely aware of his touch, the warmth of his hand contrasting sharply with the cool air in the car.
 
The intimacy of the moment felt unbelievably real, as though time had slowed around them. Priya’s thoughts, once steady, began to scatter.
 
"I should pull away… I should stop this... but why does it feel so good?" she thought, her fingers still tangled with his in a silent agreement. There was something undeniable in the way her body responded to him—something she couldn’t deny, nor did she want to.
 
The small, subtle pressure of his hand against her skin, just above her knee, made her shiver. The movement was so careful, so deliberate that it felt as though Ravi was exploring her in slow motion.
 
Each inch he moved upwards was measured, but the desire in his touch was unmistakable.

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"This is insane… she’s right here, under my hand, and I’m touching her like she is mine... I should stop… but she’s not stopping me…"
 
Priya’s breath grew shallow. She was becoming aware of every tiny movement—the brush of his fingers on her skin, the heat radiating from his hand, and the increasing pressure as he moved slowly upward.
 
Her heart was racing, and yet, she couldn’t pull away. "No, I’m not pulling away. I don’t want to stop." Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was responding differently—open, yielding, and alive to every inch of him.
 
Ravi’s hand finally came to rest just below the curve of her hip, his fingers splayed against the soft, warm fabric of her saree. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her belly beneath, the smoothness of her skin that felt like silk under his touch.
 
"I can feel her heartbeat… beneath the fabric, through the saree… it’s like I’m touching her soul…" Ravi thought, his pulse racing as he fought to remain composed.
 
The sensations were overwhelming—the warmth, the softness, the intimacy—and the more he let his hand linger, the more he was consumed by the desire to explore every inch of her.
 
Priya’s body trembled ever so slightly beneath his touch, and she shifted again, sliding just a fraction closer to him. The intimacy between them deepened with every passing second, the quiet tension almost unbearable.
 
Her eyes closed for just a moment, trying to steady herself, but the sensation of his hand against her leg, the warmth spreading between them, was far more real than the distance between her thoughts.
 
"I can feel everything… every tiny shift… why does this feel so right? How can something so wrong feel so good?" Priya’s mind tried to make sense of it, but in that moment, she stopped trying. She let herself be consumed by the sensation of his touch, by the thrill of what was happening in the darkness of the car.
 
With Amit still absorbed in the traffic ahead, neither of them seemed to notice the growing intensity in the back seat.
 
Ravi’s fingers flexed ever so slightly, the pressure on her thigh intensifying just a touch, feeling her body’s natural response to him. He could feel her muscles tense under his touch, and the sensation made him lose himself for a second.
 
Priya’s breath caught in her throat once more as Ravi’s hand lingered against her thigh, the space between them growing impossibly tight, yet deliciously charged. "I can’t stop… and I don’t want to… but I have to be careful… I have to control myself…"
 
And as the city lights of Mumbai flickered through the car window, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat between them, the stolen moment in the back seat, and the whispered promise of what was to come.

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[shailu4ever]

The Drive Home – Part 2
 

He moved higher, exploring the area around her navel, free to touch and explore without worry, knowing that Amit couldn’t see anything from his position.
 
The small confines of the back seat of the Mini Cooper only heightened the tension, the proximity of their bodies so close that it felt impossible to pretend the air wasn’t charged between them.
 
Ravi’s touch was sensuous, feather-light, teasing the gentle curves of her midriff. He was careful, measured, knowing how far he could go, but something in him longed to push past those limits.
 
Priya let her hand rest lightly on his, a tiny, secret surrender, an acknowledgment of the silent understanding between them.
 
"Just this… just a touch… she doesn’t know how much I’m craving this closeness… how long I’ve imagined it…"
 
Priya’s fingers curled softly around his hand, letting him explore and linger, each stroke a private conversation between their bodies.
 
She leaned slightly, just enough that her thigh brushed against his leg, a silent invitation, a subtle confirmation of their shared secret.
 
She had never felt this alive, this responsive, but part of her still hesitated, the shadow of Amit’s presence loomed in the front seat, even though she knew he couldn’t see. The tension between them grew, but in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was a step too far.
 
"God… it’s forbidden, but it feels so right… he can’t see… just me and him in this little bubble…"
 
Her hesitation was brief, fleeting, but it was there, a quiet whisper of conscience trying to break through the fog of desire.
 
Priya’s fingers tightened briefly around Ravi’s hand, but it was a conflicted touch, one that pulled back slightly as if she was trying to suppress the flood of feeling inside. She shifted ever so slightly, as if trying to distance herself, but the movement was barely noticeable to Ravi.
 
"What am I doing? Why am I letting this happen? Amit is right there, just a few feet away... but no one can see... Amit can't see me…"
 
The Mini Cooper’s compact back seat made their movements even more intense. Every inch of distance between them was minimized, the contact unavoidable, heightening the intimate tension that seemed to hum through the small car. 

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[shailu4ever]

Once again sorry for the late feedback

Year end work pressure so couldn't respond you hope you understand and wont mind.

Your story makes me relieved from the work tension and happy as well as thrilled to read the happenings between Ravi and Priya when are they going to enjoy complete sex eagerly waiting for that

Your narration raises my heart as well as ........ to the peak


keep going waiting for more


Thanks for your regular updates

Hi Venkygeethu

First off, there’s absolutely no need to apologize. I completely understand the year-end work pressure. We’ve all been there, so no worries at all. Your message was worth the wait, and I’m just so happy to hear from you.

 
I’m so glad my story helps take your mind off the stress and gives you that sense of relief and excitement. That’s honestly one of the best compliments I could get. Knowing that the journey of Ravi and Priya Didi is having such an impact on you makes it all the more rewarding for me as a writer.
 
As for when they’ll enjoy each other fully, don’t worry, it’s coming.  They are already on the track for that. I promise the wait will be worth it. I can’t wait to share those moments with you and take you along on that journey. Your excitement is honestly contagious, and it’s such a huge motivation for me to keep going and give you more.
 
Thank you very much for your constant and continued [b]support[/b] and for being so patient. I know you’ve been eagerly waiting, and your messages always bring me so much joy and encouragement. It really means a lot that you’re following along so closely and appreciating the updates.
 
I’ll keep you posted and, of course, there’s always more to come! I’m so grateful for you, thank you again for the kind words and compliments.
 
Take care and don’t work yourself too hard during this busy time.
 
With warmth and excitement for what’s to come,

-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

The auto continued its slow, swaying journey through the bustling streets of Mumbai. And in that narrow, rattling cabin, the air between them was thick with longing, restraint, and a quiet surrender, each subtle movement, each tiny brush, a dance of emotions neither dared to name.
 

Wow Shailu

The second auto ride.  First one was a blast. This is going excellent so far.

Great job Shailu. Keep it up.

[prasannas2001]

Very good quality story.

I totally agree.  Shailu is the best

[prasannas2001]

Scene: The Auto Ride Back to Flat 205
 

Started return Auto journey. Wow.

[shailu4ever]

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There was no room for escape, no space for indecision. Ravi let his hand graze the sides of her belly, brushing along the soft curve just below her ribs, the warmth of her skin almost burning him through the fabric of her saree.
 
His touch was free now, no longer restrained, no longer hiding behind the façade of accidental brushes.
 
He was giving in to the sensations, savoring each minute shift in her body beneath his hand. His fingers danced lightly, tracing the contours of her abdomen, teasing the soft skin just below her navel.
 
"Every shift of her body, every tiny shiver under my fingers… it’s like electricity… her warmth, her scent, her heartbeat… all for me, hidden…"
 
But Priya couldn’t fully give in, not yet. Her breath was quiet, her chest rising and falling in subtle movements, each inhale a soft sound that went unnoticed by Amit in the front seat.
 
She pressed slightly closer under the guise of adjusting herself, but there was a trace of hesitation in the way her fingers slid to rest on his wrist. Her touch was guiding, but it also held an almost imperceptible resistance, as if she were giving herself one last chance to pull back.
 
"I shouldn’t enjoy this… but I can’t help it… his hand is on me, just here, just below where anyone could see… just ours…"
 
The conflict within her deepened. She knew Amit couldn’t see, but the awareness that her body was betraying her caution was almost overwhelming. What if this goes too far? What if I can’t stop?
 
Ravi’s fingers traced along the soft outlines of her belly once more, gliding over the gentle curve of her navel before he paused, letting the heat of her skin settle beneath his palm.
 
He felt the tension there, the small tremors that ran through her body, and he couldn’t help but linger, slowly, purposefully, letting the weight of the moment sink in.
 
Every small motion, every delicate brush of his fingers, was intensified by the confined space of the Mini Cooper, and the knowledge that Amit was completely unaware in the front seat.
 
Ravi’s fingers lingered, tracing the soft curve of Priya’s abdomen, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. The movement was slow, purposeful, like a silent dance that only the two of them understood. 

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His fingertips brushed lightly over her navel, the small indentation so soft beneath his touch. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the faint pulse beneath, the small rise and fall of her breath.
 
Every shift of her body was mirrored by a subtle shift in his own, a tension that was building between them, hard to ignore.
 
"It’s so soft… delicate… and so responsive to the lightest touch… why does this feel like the most natural thing in the world?"
 
Priya’s breath hitched very softly, though it was imperceptible to Amit, absorbed in his drive. Her eyes remained closed, her face angled toward the window, as though she were asleep. But inside, she was far from it.
 
She was immersed in the sensation of his touch, each gentle stroke of his fingers making her body tingle in ways she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before. Her pulse quickened, an almost imperceptible tremor that vibrated through her entire body.
 
But she kept her eyes shut, her head tilting back slightly, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as if she were caught between reality and a dream, between something she should feel ashamed of and something she had never allowed herself to desire before.
 
"God… his fingers… tracing the curve of my belly… it feels so good… this softness… this hidden secret between us… no one knows but us…"
 
Ravi’s hand slowly explored her navel again, this time tracing the outline once more before pressing a little firmer, testing the sensitivity of the soft skin.
 
Her body responded instantly, a tiny shiver running through her, but she didn’t move, didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. Her body had already decided that it was too late for any kind of retreat.
 
But in her mind, Amit’s presence felt like a weight, a warning, and Priya hesitated, pulling her hand slightly away from his wrist.
 
Her eyes flickered open, and she quickly glanced toward the front seat. Amit’s focus was entirely on the road, unaware of what was unfolding in the back.
 
Priya’s heartbeat quickened, and for a brief moment, she pulled her body away from his touch, just enough to create a space between them, as if to catch her breath, to regain control.

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[shailu4ever]

Wow Shailu

The second auto ride.  First one was a blast. This is going excellent so far.

Great job Shailu. Keep it up.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments. I'm so glad you enjoyed the first auto ride scenes and you are enjoying the second one too. It really means a lot to me to hear you're enjoying the story. I'll definitely keep pushing forward with the same energy. Stay tuned for more, and thanks again for the encouragement.

Thank you very much for your continued support and ratings.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

I totally agree.  Shailu is the best

Hi Prasanna

Thank you very much for your compliments.

I really appreciate your support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Started return Auto journey. Wow.

Hi Prasanna

That is nice to know that you have started the return journey of Priya Didi and Ravi in an Auto. 

Please let me know how you feel about it.

Thank you very much for your continued support and ratings.

With gratitude and warm regards

-- Shailu

[rajesh93]

His lips were gentle but insistent

She could feel his every kiss, his every touch, as though it were a plea, a silent, 

With each kiss, each touch, Sirisha’s breath grew more erratic, more shallow.

And she could feel the heat of him, the urgency now, in every kiss.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer,

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First kiss with Sirisha. Very sensuous and erotic.

Keep rocking Shailu